I’m reading a series of books by Baird T. Spalding entitled Life and Teaching of the Masters of the East. Michael put the set in my hands one day last month when we were unpacking and moving into our new home in Florida. He said he thought I would benefit greatly from reading them and/or simply enjoy the concepts/experiences described within. I thanked him and put them on our new dresser and went about the business of freaking out about bills, work, career choices, lack of life purpose, etc. All of the scripted worries that I’ve plagued myself with for YEARS!
One night he brought a book to bed and I didn’t have one so I pulled the first book of the series out of the little display box and started reading. I just finished book 1 and have covered the first chapter of book 2. Now the words inside of these little books are what I want to consume/process before I go to sleep and first thing when I wake up in the morning. I don’t pick up my phone. I don’t get the laptop. I sit with my coffee and read these little books. It’s like going to church everyday but the teachings are hopeful and not scary. They’re wild but not foreign to me. They are making a deep impression upon me. I’m not religious. Haven’t been in a very long time. I left the Catholic dogma and practices when I was a teenager and have pronounced myself an atheist for a good many years.
I’m inspired by these stories/proposals/teachings to reevaluate divinity. I have done this before by accepting that I am divine and that God is within in the form of pure consciousness but I’ve never had anything (yoga philosophy got close) be this captivating or ring so many bells of awareness in me.
The style of prose is dated (these accounts are from the early 1900s), very formal and sometimes feels fabricated but I’m going with it because I’ve never felt this alive, comforted, calm and inspired.
I don’t even have to think about it. It thinks about me.